Mum wanted me to be the last after having two still birth but I was not cut out to be a last child, I loved and adore babies since I could hold them from the age of four. I desperately needed a younger sibling.
I used to scout my neighbourhood as a child keeping my ears to the ground about any one who just had a baby and off I go helping to care for the child. From bathing to changing diapers to placing baby on my back while the mum attend to her duties. Did this always turn out well for me, no way. For though many mums loved me foe this but their older kids did not fancy me sniping around their new babies.
like I mentioned before, the mums were happy to have me around but for the older kids no way, I was that unwanted one trying to share their new sibling with them. so I end up having to fight or be beaten and sent away. At such moments I cry and ask my mama to have my own baby for me.
At the age of eight that dream was filled when my mum got pregnant again. I prayed hard for the baby to live and mama put to bed this wonderful baby that became mine from day one.
I not only got one but two babies like a set of twins, my nephew and my younger sister. Mama did not bother herself much taking care because she knew I was capable and also how I dot on this little one. She was mine at last and no one was going to chase me away from nursing her.She had a strange crop hair that an Aunt name her “poppy Joe” but that hair was and became her crowning beauty.
Hmmm! my little one, the baby of the family like my elder sister would make a story book if I recount some of her antics while she was growing up. Once a cousin gave her a little chick as a gift, she started raising this chick and name the chick “Urumu” meaning tail in my language. The little hen grew to know and like her that my younger sister can call its name and it will come running to her. When it died she cried till mama had to buy her another chick that she named “aboden”. No one can recall what happen to it.
Her pranks on me, hmmmm! that is. Once she got into trouble and knew mama would not spare her so she kept hanging till bed time when mama was not looking, she sneaked into our room got on the bed beside me. I had already slept, she moved me to her position and got into mine, while also switching our covering wrappers.
Mama came in the dark, did not check but released the whip on who she thought was my younger sister. I got up screaming to mama’s surprise but she got double of the punishment but it was always a fun story for us.
Today that baby is a woman, we have gone through so much. You have had my back many times just like yesterday I watch yours. We have faced challenges and cried and had so many things that can break families but here we are again as another year comes rolling in. The day mama had a baby that made me not to yearn any more for a younger one.
Happy birthday to you this day and I wish you many more happy returns. Keep growing but you will always be the baby of the house and much cherished.